The vast pianoro where the Fortitude Medicea rises, besides archaeological finds, among which "the Cistern", an enormous deposit of water of Roman epoch, entertains a beautiful park that he/she invites both to healthy walks, and to relaxing idleness on the magnificent green lawn.
This is the tallest point of the hill volterrano, therefore it is able to offer a panorama that is not easy to describe. From here the roofs of the city they are seen but, above all, with a glimpse, the possibility is had to admire a good part in Tuscany. The sight spaces from the Apuanes to the Amiata, to west, and from the Apuanes to the Pratomagno, to east. Of the Apuanes the tops are seen, in the winter bright for the snow and, when the transparency of the air of the night allows him/it, also the lights of the city of You Spezia; going down with the look, to the horizon, to west, the sea is seen, where the island in Elba is perceived very well and, in the particularly clear nights, the lights of the city of Bastia can be seen, in the Corsica. Nearer, in front of our eyes, we have the Val of Cecina, with his/her verdant hills because covered by the stain Mediterranean, or dazzling for the reflex of the appearing on the surface whitish clay from the era Pliocenica. Surprising the landscape in the forenoons in spring, when an impenetrable mantle of fog stretches him in low, in the valley, while aloft the sun is resplendent, in a sky of a bright blue, and from the blanket of fog, white, compact, similar to a layer of whipped cream climbed on throw there from a gone crazy pasticcere, they sprout the tops of the hills illuminated by the sun here and there. In these moments the mind does him light, the immensity and the beauty of the nature they overhang all the other thoughts and him it is not able whether to be delighted to have had the fortune to be in a place so, to the correct moment.
An a little anymore to south, the Hills are perceived Metallifere with the enormous plumes of white smoke that go out of the imposing towers of cooling of the blowpipes boraciferi of Larderello; it is the aqueous vapor that goes out of the towers after having cooled the natural gas sprung by the subsoil. Even more to south: here is the Amiata Mountain, with the iron Cross it posts on his/her peak, that hundred light bulbs illuminate in the night.
On the other side, to east, the look follows the course of the whole Appennino, from the Apuanes, up to the mountains of the Pratomagno, with all the to follow him of verdant hills and of cultivated fields. And' really a show not to be lost, and for more: free he/she offers the nature.
